Victorian Poetry Quotes

“I was not free from apprehension”
Charles Dickens

“And every spirit upon the earthSeemed fervourless as I.”
Thomas Hardy

“An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,In blast-beruffled plume,Had chosen thus to fling his soulUpon the growing gloom.”
Thomas Hardy

“So little cause for carolingsOf such ecstatic soundWas written on terrestrial things”
Thomas Hardy

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“That I could think there trembled throughHis happy good-night airSome blessed Hope,”
Thomas Hardy

“And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.”
Thomas Hardy

“And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires.”
Thomas Hardy

“When Frost was spectre-gray,”
Thomas Hardy

“The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,”
Thomas Hardy

“The land’s sharp features seemed to beThe Century’s corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament.

Thomas Hardy

“The ancient pulse of germ and birthWas shrunken hard and dry,”
Thomas Hardy

“Some blessed Hope, whereof he knewAnd I was unaware.”
Thomas Hardy

“The sea is calm tonight.”
Matthew Arnold

“Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,”
Matthew Arnold

“Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, “
Matthew Arnold

“Sophocles long agoHeard it on the Ægean, and it brought”
Matthew Arnold

“Retreating, to the breathOf the night-wind, down the vast edges drear”
Matthew Arnold

“Listen! you hear the grating roar”
Matthew Arnold

“With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in.

Matthew Arnold

“Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,”
Matthew Arnold

“Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drearAnd naked shingles of the world.”
Matthew Arnold

“Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,”
Matthew Arnold

“Into his mind the turbid ebb and flowOf human misery; we”
Matthew Arnold

“Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;”
Matthew Arnold

“Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.”
Matthew Arnold

“The Sea of FaithWas once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore”
Matthew Arnold

“Of human misery; weFind also in the sound a thought,Hearing it by this distant northern sea.”
Matthew Arnold

“To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams,”
Matthew Arnold

“And we are here as on a darkling plain”
Matthew Arnold

“Glory be to God”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“Praise Him.”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“Landscape plotted and pieced–fold, fallow, and plough;”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“Glory be to God for dappled things”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“All things counter, original, spare, strange;”
Gerard Manly Hopkins

“since none puts byThe curtain I have drawn for you, but I)”
Robert Browning

“She thanked men, – good! but thankedSomehow – I know not how – as if she rankedMy gift of a nine-hundred-years-old nameWith anybody’s gift.”
Robert Browning

“- E’en then would be some stooping; and I chooseNever to stoop.”
Robert Browning

“This grew; I gave commands;Then all smiles stopped together.

Robert Browning

“Nay, we’ll goTogether down, sir.”
Robert Browning

“never readStrangers like you that pictured countenance,The depth and passion of its earnest glance,But to myself they turned . . . And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,How such a glance came there”
Robert Browning

“Even had you skill In speech – (which I have not) – to make your willQuite clear to such an one”
Robert Browning

“I callThat piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s handsWorked busily a day, and there she stands.

Robert Browning

“that pictured countenance,The depth and passion of its earnest glance”
Robert Browning

“PaintMust never hope to reproduce the faintHalf-flush that dies along her throat:”
Robert Browning

“Too easily impressed: she liked whate’erShe looked on, and her looks went everywhere.”
Robert Browning

“There she standsAs if alive.”
Robert Browning

“Notice Neptune, though,Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!”
Robert Browning

“as if she rankedMy gift of a nine-hundred-years-old nameWith anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blameThis sort of trifling?”
Robert Browning

“Just thisOr that in you disgusts me; here you miss,Or there exceed the mark”
Robert Browning

“Sir, ’twas notHer husband’s presence only, called that spotOf joy into the Duchess’ cheek”
Robert Browning

“such stuffWas courtesy, she thought, and cause enoughFor calling up that spot of joy.”
Robert Browning

“Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,Whene’er I passed her; but who passed withoutMuch the same smile?”
Robert Browning

“Murmuring how she loved me”
Robert Browning

“To set its struggling passion freeFrom pride […

]”

Robert Browning

“A sudden thought of one so paleFor love of her, and all in vain”
Robert Browning

“[…] at last I knewPorphyria worshipped me [.

..]”

Robert Browning

“And I, its love, am gained instead!”
Robert Browning

“Porphyria’s love: she guessed not howHer darling one wish would be heard.”
Robert Browning

“And laid her soiled gloves by […

]”

Robert Browning

“[…] untiedHer hat and let the damp hair fall,”
Robert Browning

“and made her smooth white shoulder bare”
Robert Browning

“.

..] sheToo weak, for all her heart’s endeavour,To set its struggling passion freeFrom pride, [..

.]”

Robert Browning

“[…

] I foundA thing to do[…]”

Robert Browning

“[..

.] againLaughed the blue eyes without a stain.”

Robert Browning

“It tore the elm-tops down for spite”
Robert Browning

“When glided in Porphyria: straightShe shut the cold out and the storm.”
Robert Browning

“Nor could tonight’s gay feast restrain”
Robert Browning

“And all night long we have not stirred,And yet God has not said a word!”
Robert Browning

“I listened with heart fit to break.

Robert Browning

“And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up, and all the cottage warm;”
Robert Browning

“And last, she sat down by my sideAnd called me. When no voice replied,”
Robert Browning

“She put my arm about her waist,”
Robert Browning

“I propped her head up as before,Only, this time my shoulder boreHer head, which droops upon it still”
Robert Browning